We make our way down the slick sidewalks until we reach her building. The wind blows as more snow falls. Jack definitely has something to do with this.

Candy leads me inside where warm air greets us. We take the elevator to the fifth floor and step off. I notice her hands tremble as she unlocks the front door. The feeling is mutual. I haven’t been this nervous in a very long time. But it’s not a bad feeling. In fact, I take it as a good sign.

I follow her into the condo. It’s inviting and elegant, but I grin at the hand-painted sign on her mantel that says ‘Dear Santa, Define Naughty’. Her Christmas tree is up and is decorated in black and gold. I turn to say how nice it looks and she launches herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. Our lips meet in a frenzied kiss, her soft tongue lashing mine. A moan escapes my mouth and I pull her closer.

She feels so damn good pressed up against me, like our bodies were made to be together. Her hand runs under my shirt and I return the favor. I reach under her sweater and cup her breasts. Right away I can tell she’s wearing lace. I squeeze and this time she makes a sound of pleasure.

She breaks the kiss and says, “I don’t usually jump my date’s bones as soon as we get to my place, but there’s something different about you, Nick.”

I grin. “I’m flattered.” I look down as her hands explore my chest under my shirt. “But we can take it slow, Candy. We don’t have to rush things.”

She pulls away. “Fuck taking things slow. I’m tired of being patient.”

She unbuttons her shirt, letting it fall open. God. She’s wearing the bra from our first video chat. The shirt falls to the floor and she shimmies out of her jeans leaving her in her undergarments and heels. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Nick, I want to suck your dick.”

She pushes me into the living room where I see her couch. Oh, that couch…

“Sit.”

I sit in her spot and she kisses me before tugging my shirt over my head. I’m about to speak when her mouth covers my nipple. Air hisses through my lips. Fuck yes.

* * *

He moans again and I smile against his skin before kissing a trail down his stomach. I’m not sure what came over me when we walked inside my house. I hadn’t planned on jumping him, but here we were…

His fingers thread through my hair as I move lower. His cock tents his pants and I rub him.

“I’ve dreamed about this, Nick. Ever since that first night we chatted I’ve wanted this.”

I unzipped his pants. His cock springs forward.

“Why Mr. Holiday – no underwear?”

He grins, looking oh-so-sexy. “I don’t wear them.”

I wrap my hand around his massive erection. The engorged flesh feels like iron and I pump it a few times. Pre-come coats the tip of his cock and I rub the head, spreading it around. I lean forward and take him into my mouth, my lips tightly encircling his throbbing manhood.

He moans as I take him deep in my throat and then pull back. I continue the slow and steady motion, sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. He pulls me closer, shoving his length further down my throat. I swallow, allowing him to slide deeper.

And then I hum.

He cries out and I pick up my pace, knowing he’s getting close. Sweat beads across his stomach. I reach up and cup his balls. He yells my name as warm liquid shoots down my throat. I swallow, lapping up every last drop. When he is finished, I pull back slowly.

“Candy. That was. Fucking. Amazing.”

I grin and climb onto his lap.

“Now it’s your turn.”

His eyes are bright. “Yes. Lay down.”

I shake my head. “No. I want you to fuck me with my vibe.”

I reach into the drawer of the table and pull out the vibe. Nick takes it from me, turning it on.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go down on you?”

“Oh, I want you to go down on me, but not until you can finish me off with your cock. This will work for now.”

He grins. “Deal.”

I’m already dripping just from giving him a blowjob. He presses the vibe against my nipple and it hardens.

“You have such beautiful breasts. Breasts that I want to come all over.”

“Mmm. Yes.”

He lifts me higher on his lap and latches onto my boob, sucking hard through the lacy material. I pull his head closer, urging him on. When he bites my nipple my pussy floods with juices. He moves to the other breast showering it with similar attention.

He pulls back and says, “Show me how wet you are.”

I push my panties aside and dip my fingers in my folds. He takes my digits and slides them into his mouth, sucking.

“You taste so good.”

I moan and he moves his hand lower.

“Remember what I said that first night? How I would rub you through your panties until you came?”

I barely have time to nod before he is stroking me. Fire and pleasure build until I rock against his hand. And then I shatter, crying out his name.